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If I had only one apple

I'll cut my apple in two:
Half for me,
Half for you
I'll cut my smile in two:
Half for me,
Half for you
I'll not sahre with you my pains, but as may last breath
I'll keep it secured to the breast, until the moment of my death.
 

To where shall I go

The jew gets rushed and stressed
Every day isn't certain for him
His life is a pitch black night
No goals, everything is closed off for him
Abandoned, with many enemies, no friends
With no hope, no certainty
 
To where shall I go
Who can answer me
To where shall I go
If every door is locked
The world is big enough
But for me it feels quite small
But in a flash we are back
Every brick in disarray
To where shall I go
 
This life is so nice and sweet. Every little circle, every little stone that lays in the street. This life would truly not be unpleasant were it not for man and his bitterness. So they say to me, no actually, to where shall I go if everywhere they charge my steps. Am I made of stone? Am I not made of blood? Is all of this because I carry the title 'Jew?' I'm not ashamed... but,
 
To where shall I go
Who can answer me
To where shall I go
If every door is locked
The world is big enough
But for me it feels quite small
But in a flash we are back
Every brick in disarray
To where shall I go
 

Our language

Albanian brothers!
Let us touch wisdom,
Take the right path,
To revive Albania.
 
Albania has been
And it will be,
But today in our days
There should be no flaws.
 
God has honored
Albania always ,
It used to be very good,
It will also become now.
 
We had bravery
In that old time,
Albania had a name ,
Like no other place.
 
How many cordial men
Albania has issued
Then and before,
What history writes!
 
It was a fiery time
And we had a lot of trouble,
But today pen and card
We need nothing else.
 
O men, Albanians,
To receive knowledge,
Cause it's not the stone age,
Now light is needed.
 
To write 'your language,
To enlighten the nation,
Everything that is and has been
Let's learn it slowly.
 
Just look what a good language!
How good is the taste,
How beautiful and free,
As the language of gods.
 
Very white this day
For all Albanians,
It will bring us a light,
That the first did not have.
 
This light will give us
All goodness
And it will raise all the
Damages and nonsense.
 
How blessed is he who sows,
Blessed is he who plants this tree!
Cause this is going to give birth,
It can't be covered with lies.